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"The gates clanged open revealing the yard bathed in weak winter light. Shuffling footsteps echoed the concrete pathway toward a lone bench tucked beneath the single barren oak sheltered from the chill breeze. Gypsy didn't feel any cold despite the wan sunlight. She scarcely noticed seasons transition anymore beyond discerning additional layers required by rote habit navigating the bare routines of life imprisoned. It amazed her at times how starkly the last six year landscape differed from those former 18 confined perpetually. Where the frigid outside air gave temporary breath relief escaping stale cell confines, her previous existence knew no such windows offering mental escape or perspective. Instead just endless nerve-wracking days and nights beholden completely to the smothering atmosphere others euphemistically labeled her ""home."" Home - indeed. That pretty notion stood mockery applied the pollution she inhaled minute by horrifying minute. The doctors and social workers praised mother always providing superb care. Mother whose devotion demanded no sacrifice too great, no protection too extreme given Gypsy's terrible illness and afflictions constantly threatening fragile health. They naturally trusted bright-eyed wheelchair bound child Gypsy too innocently regarded battles bravely undergoing multiple surgeries, still smiling despite painful treatments supposedly prolonging life itself. Blown up in their perceptions towered a gold gilt frame capturing saintly Madonna-faced Dee Dee cradling darling daughter, ever beleaguered but unconditionally dedicated this innocent no matter the unthinkable burden. What could challenge such an idyllic portrait of courage spotlighting example ultimate maternal-infantile love triumphant through even trauma? Certainly not the deceptively placid Gypsy herself whose own painted grin cloaked churning fears and confusion just below placid veneer. Not when speaking risked only maternal correction of any complaints hinting less than full fledged joy inhabiting her meticulously orchestrated disease destiny. Better pose wordlessly arms outstretched obediently swallowing whatever newest trial remedy Mother administered despite its bitter taste promising who knew what speculative miracles resolving lifelong afflictions. Surely Mother aimed only delivering her from pain through these conflicted treatments that left her mysteriously sicker afterward. Surely Mother meant no cruelty confining Gypsy perpetually to wheelchair and medical interventions as innocent child reduced legal hostage. For any chance surviving impossible illness required depending completely this maternal protector and warden conflated. That was only reality Gypsy Rose had ever experienced growing under single Mom Dee Dee's totalitarian care regime. At every conscious memory horizon stretched identical desolation - stifling sterile rooms, overwhelming medicines and equipment sprouting in unfamiliar forests, and Mother center stage barking orders doctors confirming grave diagnoses or managing terrifying seizure aftermaths. No physical or mental escape feasible wheeled in captive audience or sequestered recovering bedbound leaving no gap from theatrical specter Mother directing unhealthy hopeless scenes. Not until the dire moment and radical violence forever severing their intertwined fates."

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